Chapter 2
Several hours later Aries woke up in his small apartment, with his head throbbing, and had to knock over a few empty bottles of ale he'd drank after the confrontation the night before, so he could see what time it was.
He groaned as the light from the digital display hit his eyes. It was almost noon by Nar Shaddaa's time and he rolled over onto his stomach, hoping to get just a bit more sleep.
His mind couldn't rest any more though and he already felt the restlessness that continued to plague him awaken. Itwalkways started off small, a feeling of having forgotten something, of something left to do, and it didn't take long for that little flame to flow through his blood and bones and muscles until it was impossible for him to stay still.
They say a restlessness is a sign of an unhealthy mind. Aries snorted, between his past and drinking he'd be lucky if any small part of his mind was healthy any more.
He tried to quiet his mind, find that calm center that was once so easy to locate. He looked over at the night-stand, where the bottles had been, and the clock was glaring it's digits annoyingly. There was one other object on that table. It was cylindrical in shape, with a rounded hilt, a few buttons and a worn, light-brown grip that wrapped around it.
He closed his eyes, and with great difficulty, found that calm center. It was much more unstable than it had been, but he managed to hold onto it. The cylindrical object slowly started to float up into the air. It was spinning slowly as well, and floated over and stopped a meter above Aries' chest.
The largest button was pressed by an invisible finger and a brilliant and golden blade extended in the air horizontally. It was about a meter in a half long.
At this point his hold on the calm inside himself began to shake and grow even more unstable. He fought to keep hold of it but the tighter he he held on the faster it slipped away. The lightsaber started to wobble in the air and Aries barely rolled out of the way before it fell down towards his bed.
He managed to turn the power off before it burned it's way completely through his bed and possibly through the floor as well. He stood up, feeling considerably more awake than he had a few moments ago, and picked up the lightsaber hilt and set it back onto the table.
He didn't carry it anymore. A lightsaber would bring all sorts of attention down onto him, and that was the last thing he wanted. Still, he couldn't bring himself to part with it. It was a constant reminder of his past, but he had also built it, gone to battle and been through the fires of Hell with it. He couldn't get rid of it, and besides, it might still prove useful.
The previous night had been the first time he'd really used his powers for years. There had been the odd mind trick or sometimes he'd use his mind to help a box seem lighter, or knock someone off balance.
The long scorch mark on his bed glared up at him, proof of how much his skills had deteriorated. He sighed, not sure why it mattered, he had a new life now, one where the damage he caused was largely contained to himself and the odd asshole he got into a fight with.
He walked over the refresher unit and took a long shower, about half of it spent with his head against the wall as the water hit his face to wake himself up completely. He had the day off, and didn't want to spend it brooding around in his flat, or drinking either at a cantina, though he knew at least one of those would happen at some point.
After stepping out of the shower, he looked at himself in the mirror. He was thinner than he would have liked, though somehow that didn't bother him like it should have. His green eyes had a slightly gaunt and sunken-in look to them and his light brown hair was messy.
He dressed haphazardly, no real style in mind, just some simple dark brown pants, dark brown boots, a white shirt and his khaki-colored jacket. He paused before leaving his room, looking back at the night stand, then towards the door, and finally, unable to shake a peculiar feeling, he went back and picked up his lightsaber and slide it inside his jacket.
"Never know," he said.